(151) DM: (3) DM: The gems
fuse into place...
** (10) Ian Cromwell waits to see what happens. **
(3) DM: ...and the door begins opening slowly, descending into the ground.
(2) Calehan: "This scene looks a little familiar. It needs more wailing
and gnashing of teeth though to be like the entrance."
(14) Helisandra: "No, I think we all had enough wailing with the
entrance."
** (14) Helisandra glances back at the stone face, to see if anything looks
different on that side of the room. **
(3) DM: (nope)
(14) Helisandra: (( so - that's it? the door descends? what happened to the
cliffhanger? ))
(3) DM: As the thick stone wall shudders slowly into the earth, little dust
devils float out of the vault, dancing about your ankles. The chamber revealed
beyond is 20' square, its painted walls depict a
grisly scene. Dozens of animal-headed humans and demi-humans struggle to break
free of strangling vines as sharp thorns tear hungrily at their flesh. Above
this disturbing vision (near the ceiling) hangs a faded red banner of silk, 6'
wide and embroidered over and over with those four accursed symbols. From this
vantage, it is unclear how the banner is affixed to the walls.
** (14) Helisandra peeks into the room. "Grisley."
**
** (14) Helisandra looks at the banners suspiciously. **
(3) DM: The floor is made of red, green and gold ceramic tiles. A large
deep-green tapestry (16' square) is suspended from the center of the ceiling
above. (15' above). It seems to shimmer like dragon
fly wings. Four brass bowls filled with blue coals hang 5 1/2' off the floor by
delicate chains attached to the ceiling at the corners of the vault. A dozen
clay stoppered urns line the N and S walls of the vault and opposite the
opening is a great black iron portal. Occupying the center of this chamber is a
marble sarcophagus, 7' long, 3' wide and 4' high and expertly crafted.
(2) Calehan: "Definitely do not stand under that banner. It looks
portentous."
(14) Helisandra: "They look sort of like tapestries to me."
(3) DM: The sinking door finishes its descent with a loud slam.
(10) Ian Cromwell: " Remember what tapestries can do Helisandra."
(14) Helisandra: "I do." Heli shudders.
(3) Voice: "Grave robbers! Defilers! Thou hast violated my tomb! I, the
indomitable Tzolo, wilt have my revenge! Thou shalt all perish!"
(3) DM: Immediately, a high pitched buzzing sound ensues from the vault and the
green tapestry hanging from the ceiling begins to transform into a grotesque, buzzing
cloud!
(14) Helisandra: "Why don't you just help us with Acereak?" she calls
back, not actually figuring it will do any good.
(3) DM: (and on that note, we'll stop)
(2) Calehan: "We wouldn't have to violate your tomb if you had a nice
accessible apartment in a city."

** (138) Helisandra watches the tapestry transform.
"Damn tapestries. Apparently you and Acererak had much in common."
she mutters. **(151) DM: It seems to be transforming into an
enormous swarm of stinging, biting insects.** (136) Calehan begins incanting, though he does
give some warning first. "Time to do some pest
control." **(138) Helisandra: \/me keeps back from the
insects, heading Calehan's warning.** (138) Helisandra keeps back from the insects,
heading Calehan's warning. **** (138) Tian draws out his blade, waiting. **** (136) Garret waits for the sparks to fly. **** (136) Calehan finishes his spell and his dagger
shoots a spark into the back of the chamber which explodes into a fireball.
[10d6] => [2,1,6,3,1,4,3,3,5,3] = (31) **** (150) Ian Cromwell draws his heavy flail as he
backs away from the door. **(151) DM: That didn't seem to have had much
effect on the number of insects in the cloud.(151) DM: Curiously enough, the insects don't
cross over into the chamber of the Uzrivoy. However, the entire area within the
vault is covered in a creeping, virulent mass.(138) Helisandra: "Well, at least they
are staying put. Got anything else to try Cale?"** (138) Tian positions himself along the wall, near
the entrance to the chamber so that he is out of the way, but easily able to
move into attack if needed. **(136) Calehan: "Yeah, one more thing to
try."** (138) Helisandra draws her rapier, keeping an eye
on the chamber and the cloud of insects. She also tries to listen for any chanting
coming from the back of the chamber. **whispering to Zane, nope** (136) Calehan uses the faster cadence of the more
powerful dispel magic. White light streaks from his swift blades into the
swarm. "Begone, pestulent conjuring." [1d20+17]
=> [16,17] = (33) **whispering to TaliesinNYC, [1d20+20]
=> [14,20] = (34)(151) DM: It doesn't seem to have worked.(136) Calehan: "Ok, they're now really
bugging me."(138) Helisandra: "Just be glad that
they are staying put. Otherwise they would *really* be bugging you."(136) Calehan: "They're staying put, but
they're still in the way."(136) Calehan: "As long as they're going
to stay in there, I'll try one more spell to remove them before someone tries
going in."(138) Helisandra: "Please, go
ahead."** (150) Ian Cromwell steps forward alittle,calling out to the woman in the other room," Tzolo we
grow tired of waiting,come out and face your death." **(151) DM: No response.** (136) Calehan incants another spell and sends a
spectral pair of daggers into opposite ends of the room. As they disappear into
the swarm an arc of lightning flashes between them. [15d6]
=> [2,2,2,1,6,1,6,4,4,1,6,2,5,4,2] = (48) **(151) DM: That seems to have made a dent in the
swarm...albeit a barely noticeable dent.(136) Calehan: "I think that thinned them
out a bit."(138) Helisandra: "Although only
slightly. Not enough to really try getting in yet."(150) Ian Cromwell: "
Well it she is not coming out,I am
going in to face her."(138) Helisandra: "Even your faith will
do little to protect you from that swarm Ian."(136) Calehan: "I know a spell that should
though."** (138) Helisandra glances back at Calehan. **(136) Calehan: "I doubt they can bite
through stone."(150) Ian Cromwell: "
That may be so Helisandra,but we can
ill afford to stand idly by and wait."** (138) Helisandra catches the idea Calehan has.
That might work. So Ian - you want to go fetch her?" **** (138) Helisandra catches the idea Calehan has.
"That might work. So Ian - you want to go fetch her?" **(150) Ian Cromwell: " If I must,then
yes I shall go and bring her forth."** (136) Calehan incants the spell he hinted at. His
dagger appears to take on a granite coating before he passes its protection on
to Ian. **(138) Helisandra: "Unless Cale has
enough spells
for all of us."** (150) Ian Cromwell looks over at Calehan, " Are you done now?" **(136) Calehan: "I'd like to see them try
to eat diamonds. Unfortunately I only have the means for this spell a few more
times."** (150) Ian Cromwell clutches his shield tighter,his
hand gripping his heavy flail he enters the room where Tzolo is at,calling out
Solnors name as he enters the room. **(138) Helisandra: "Well then, hurry
back Ian. Otherwise we might have to have Cale here use a couple more of those
to come after you."(150) Ian Cromwell: " Tzolo,in Solnors name I am here to vanquish you."(151) DM: (have to look something up)whispering to Ian Cromwell, ok(151) DM: When Ian enters the area, all of the
insects move to intercept him...(138) Helisandra: "Are you sure about
this Cale?" she asks, the concern in her voice evident as the insects seem
to swallow up the form of Ian.whispering to Ian Cromwell, something is scattered over the floor. you can sense something -- whatever it is -- possibly
caltrops? -- but they're invisiblewhispering to Ian Cromwell, as for the insects,
well, you get to stomp over them(136) Calehan: "Of course. It'll take a
while for insects to get through something like that. It's not going to last
forever though."** (138) Helisandra nods to Cale, listening for any
sounds she can hear from within the room - whether it is a woman screaming,
chanting of a spell, or even a man crying out in pain. **(151) DM: The sarcophagus within the room is
made of the purest white marble. Its sides are carved to depict intertwining
snakes and thorny roses. The lid has a relief carving of an elephant headed
human wearing an exquisite splint mail breastplate, it s arms crossed over its
chest. In one hand, it holds a smooth oval stone, carved with the first mud
sorcerer symbol. A sheathed bastard sword is at its side. The head protrudes
from the lid more than the rest of its form, the curling trunk, sharp tusks,
fanged maw and evil, cunning eyes, all carved in great detail.(151) DM: Its eyes seem to follow Ian's
movements within the room closely.(150) Ian Cromwell: "
In Solnors name I call you forth evil
deamon of the undead to face your fate,come now and face me if you dare."Game disconnected!(151) DM: When Ian touches the sarcophagus in an
attempt to move it off or open it, he is suddenly thrown out of the room by an
unseen force as a shimmering wall of light descends from the ceiling directly
in front of the sarcophagus.